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doesn't want to fuck those juicy tits, it's probably because he's gay." He lowered his head again and began to nibble, then sucked her flesh in and drew on it strongly.
She made a strangled sound. "You're a morning person, aren't you?"
"Very much so," he murmured. "What are you cooking us for breakfast?"
She couldn't believe how cheerful he sounded. His body felt so intimate next to her, especially his cock rubbing against her thigh. As if sensing her thoughts, he found her hand and brought it to him. Instinctively her fingers wrapped around his flesh, or tried to. Last night, Janey hadn't really been paying attention to how he felt in her hand. His shaft was smooth, too thick to completely circumnavigate, with an intriguing kind of yielding hardness. She'd honestly never felt anything like it.
"That feels awesome," he said, almost purring. "What do you say to pancakes and bacon?"
"It's up to you, you're the one cooking." She could hear the tremor in her voice. Nyall Anderson in the normal course of events was hot enough. But Nyall Anderson in bed in the morning was scorching . He was like a cat in heat, bent on his own pleasure.
"Must I? I'd like to eat something edible." He thrust his hips, moving his shaft through her fingers. My, that thing is long . For the first time, Janey took into account its length and girth and began to doubt it would fit where it was supposed to go.
Nyall was talking again. "I'm going to need my strength today if we're going to spend it having sex."
"Yes," she breathed, squeezing him. He twitched and grew. It was nice, but a little alarming. "Which reminds me…"
"Mm?"
"This whole naked thing you want me to do just won't work today."
"Why not? I've been looking forward to watching you wander around without a stitch of clothing on." He covered her hand with his own and showed her how to move it. Together, they pumped his shaft.
Janey struggled to focus. Touching him like this was unbelievably racy and exciting. All these years, she'd missed out on this. It was tragic.
"Your larder is empty. I have a—a huge shopping list that I have to go out and buy."
"No problem," he said. "You're allowed to wear clothes when you go out." His breathing quickened. "Hold on, Janey." He turned, shifted her so she was lying on her side, hooked a leg over her hip, and then his cock was rubbing up and down her belly.
She could feel him shaking. Her own excitement became unmanageable. Just as she registered how turned on she was by his blatant arousal, he emitted a low groan and his cock slid between her breasts.
"I want to come on you," he said intently.
"W-what?" Janey thought she'd misheard.
"Ejaculate on you. Sound good?"
Janey gulped and shuddered with anticipation. It sounded dirty and intimate and fantastic. "All-all right. What do I…what should I…"
"You don't have to do anything except lie here and be gorgeous." Janey felt his hand on her hip and his cock slide along her abdomen. He smelled wonderful, musky and a little cinnamony.
She craned her neck and with widened eyes watched his features tighten, eyes narrowing and mouth stretching into a grimace. His hand moved to his shaft and pumped it, then his hips drove up once, twice through the channel created by her breasts and then he grunted, which had to be the sexiest sound on earth. Janey grasped his ribcage just as a wet flood of warmth spilled over her bare skin.
Then there was a strange, exotic aroma that she knew must be his semen.
He froze against her and she felt his hard body straining like that, hot and tight-skinned for several seconds before he dropped a kiss on her breast, easing away and finally collapsing onto his back with a whooshing noise.
Janey glanced down at herself, then quickly rolled over onto her own back. His seed was glistening all over her chest. She reached up to touch it with a finger.
She was startled when her finger was joined by his hand. Open-jawed, she watched as his larger palm spread his fluids
She made a strangled sound. "You're a morning person, aren't you?"
"Very much so," he murmured. "What are you cooking us for breakfast?"
She couldn't believe how cheerful he sounded. His body felt so intimate next to her, especially his cock rubbing against her thigh. As if sensing her thoughts, he found her hand and brought it to him. Instinctively her fingers wrapped around his flesh, or tried to. Last night, Janey hadn't really been paying attention to how he felt in her hand. His shaft was smooth, too thick to completely circumnavigate, with an intriguing kind of yielding hardness. She'd honestly never felt anything like it.
"That feels awesome," he said, almost purring. "What do you say to pancakes and bacon?"
"It's up to you, you're the one cooking." She could hear the tremor in her voice. Nyall Anderson in the normal course of events was hot enough. But Nyall Anderson in bed in the morning was scorching . He was like a cat in heat, bent on his own pleasure.
"Must I? I'd like to eat something edible." He thrust his hips, moving his shaft through her fingers. My, that thing is long . For the first time, Janey took into account its length and girth and began to doubt it would fit where it was supposed to go.
Nyall was talking again. "I'm going to need my strength today if we're going to spend it having sex."
"Yes," she breathed, squeezing him. He twitched and grew. It was nice, but a little alarming. "Which reminds me…"
"Mm?"
"This whole naked thing you want me to do just won't work today."
"Why not? I've been looking forward to watching you wander around without a stitch of clothing on." He covered her hand with his own and showed her how to move it. Together, they pumped his shaft.
Janey struggled to focus. Touching him like this was unbelievably racy and exciting. All these years, she'd missed out on this. It was tragic.
"Your larder is empty. I have a—a huge shopping list that I have to go out and buy."
"No problem," he said. "You're allowed to wear clothes when you go out." His breathing quickened. "Hold on, Janey." He turned, shifted her so she was lying on her side, hooked a leg over her hip, and then his cock was rubbing up and down her belly.
She could feel him shaking. Her own excitement became unmanageable. Just as she registered how turned on she was by his blatant arousal, he emitted a low groan and his cock slid between her breasts.
"I want to come on you," he said intently.
"W-what?" Janey thought she'd misheard.
"Ejaculate on you. Sound good?"
Janey gulped and shuddered with anticipation. It sounded dirty and intimate and fantastic. "All-all right. What do I…what should I…"
"You don't have to do anything except lie here and be gorgeous." Janey felt his hand on her hip and his cock slide along her abdomen. He smelled wonderful, musky and a little cinnamony.
She craned her neck and with widened eyes watched his features tighten, eyes narrowing and mouth stretching into a grimace. His hand moved to his shaft and pumped it, then his hips drove up once, twice through the channel created by her breasts and then he grunted, which had to be the sexiest sound on earth. Janey grasped his ribcage just as a wet flood of warmth spilled over her bare skin.
Then there was a strange, exotic aroma that she knew must be his semen.
He froze against her and she felt his hard body straining like that, hot and tight-skinned for several seconds before he dropped a kiss on her breast, easing away and finally collapsing onto his back with a whooshing noise.
Janey glanced down at herself, then quickly rolled over onto her own back. His seed was glistening all over her chest. She reached up to touch it with a finger.
She was startled when her finger was joined by his hand. Open-jawed, she watched as his larger palm spread his fluids
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